Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2011 v10n1
translation by Patty Crane

Night Travel

It’s teeming under us. Trains depart.
Hotel Astoria trembles.
A glass of water by the bedside
shines into the tunnels.

He dreamed he was imprisoned on Svalbard.
The planet rumbled as it turned.
Glittering eyes passed over the ice.
The miracles’ beauty existed.

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